Follaseca!

Went to Capoeira class. Those present: Andres, Jesse I, Jesse II, Kevin, Ian, Louis, Diana, and I. Gabriel stopped by just to inform us he can't train because he's got too many medical problems.

We were learning the follaseca - a running backflip (or running moonsault if you're familiar with pro-wrestling). But Andres was spotting us by having us run up to grab his hand so that he can pull us up to give us the height. The left leg comes up and the right leg tries to kick your face and hopefully you make it over.

The 2 Jesses made and Kevin made it, although after a couple of tries. Ian and Louis couldn't get their bodies over in midair. Diana was too scared to try it.

We tried making a gauntlet for Lois and Ian where we slap their asses hard as they run through to do the flip. The point was to give them "rage" to accomplish it. Andres revealed that his Mestre invented this technique for him because Andres was afraid to flip backward after a soccer accident. Didn't work for Louis or Ian, though. Then it was my turn.

1st try: Ran up to grab Andres, but before I can flip ...

IAN: (behind me) YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!

I freaked out.

RYAN: What the hell was that! What the hell, man! I was going for it! I was about to do it!
IAN: I was just trying to give him "rage."
JESSE II: He had "rage." It's gone now.
ANDRES: Don't give us your "yellow fever," Ian!

2nd try: I grabbed Andres' hand, kicked up ... and slipped!

3rd try: I made it over ... but landed on my chest instead of my feet. Ouch.

4th try: Got it! 4th time's the charm.

Then we played. First was regional, the faster style of Capoeira. I got kicked in the face by Jesse I. I don't know, just didn't see the 2nd kick. Kevin tried to take me down, but I countered it into a tesoura - scissor takedown. It was ugly, though. Andres dubbed it a "tesouras rex" to emphasize how ugly it was. Then angola, the slower style of Capoeira. Got Kevin in another tesoura.

Then left for the PWG wrestling show. Chad didn't go because he somehow assumed I wasn't going even though I texted him earlier to confirm that I was going. He must've been drunk. Hung out with Brandon.

I 1st met Brandon over a year ago when he and his homies were standing in line behind Matt, Conrad (Matt's dad, my fake "dad"), and I. I overheard Brandon talking about how he was going to his 1st rave. Been friends ever since.

The usual jackoffable chicks were there. There was the cocktease who'd wear the flower on her right, which was supposed to mean "single," but her ugly boyfriend never corrected her about it. There was the chick that Carlos and I met a few shows back while drunk. Bartender Lisa, a veteran in my database was there. And the Asian bartender continues to notice the littlest details about me. And pitchers of beer.

BRANDON: Did you get your ticket already for Monster Massive?
RYAN: Yup! You?
BRANDON: I did. But I'm torn!
RYAN: Why?
BRANDON: I just met this girl and she's not into that scene and I don't wanna ruin it--
RYAN: Fuck that! You're going!
BRANDON: But she's a keeper!

I was talking with Brandon and his homies during intermission when Buggy (see entries 8/23/09 and 9/5/09) tried to get my attention with makeshift sign language. I tried to sign back, "What are you saying?"

BRANDON: I think she wants you to talk to her.

BUGGY: You still don't remember me?
RYAN: Of course I remember you.
BUGGY: I like your hair.
RYAN: Thanks. I like ... um ... how your hair's ... um ... 2 different colors.
BUGGY: Every time I see you, you have a drink in your hand.

Blah, blah, blah ...

RYAN: I like how all these wrestlers' facebook statuses are all about homework.
BUGGY: That's such a kayfabe fail.

Kayfabe refers to the belief that, at worst, everything in pro-wrestling story line is factual.

BUGGY: My Birthday's November 18. You won't forget, will you?
RYAN: I won't forget. November 18.

Basically, lots of blah, blah, blah until we hugged. What the fuck just happened?

I think I managed to sway Brandon's mind to for sure go to Monster Massive. Got a Wendy's burger, fries and drink. Called it a night.